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Lucas Batten
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It's a chill day
With my homies bouta turn it up
Poured a little too much liquor got to shtur it up
Put my feet up got some weed up on the furniture
Know they talkin bout us that shit ain't concerning us
Damn
I was feelin down but now I'm feelin like the man
Puffin through a j and now I'm feeling Peter Pan
She don't think its fittin but I think my peter can
Going through my fridge and makin peanut butter jam
And I been tryna cut the habits
I ain't pumpin any brakes cus I keep it automatic
Iont worry bout the money but you know I gotta have it
Feenin for the paper got me feelin like an addict
Ramen in the cooker fixin up some fancy noodles
I'm in the whip ridin lower than my family jewels
Cougars tryna hit my line cus I'm young and youthful
Ain't no introductions already accustomed to ya
Stuntin on ya when I got my kicks on
I'm rockin white checkered laces with the crimson
Saw your momma eyen them and not to mention
She tryna feel up my Richard like it's Nixon
I was talkin richard no scandal
Wearin burgundy sandals
Heard that you just got a boo
If you don't cuff then a man will
I want a girl give me massages while I'm changing the channel
Wassup
Damn
I was feelin down but now I'm feelin like the man
Puffin through a j and now I'm feeling Peter Pan
She don't think its fittin but I think my peter can
Going through my fridge and makin peanut butter jam
And I been tryna cut the habits
I ain't pumpin any brakes cus I keep it automatic
Iont worry bout the money but you know I gotta have it
Feenin for the paper got me feelin like an addict
Writer(s): Lucas Batten
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